The Bridges

We’d a fine sail, McC the younger and me. Off before 11am into a reasonable blow, but on a rising tide we made it to the bridges about 1pm. By the time we made it to Inverkeithing Bay the sun had come out, the skies were blue and the wind had moderated a bit. And the pies were in the oven. So, a navigation around the bridges, the mainsail dropped, and a relaxing blow back just on the genny. What a great day.
And later, election night, US of A. We’d plans to sit up, but it was just too boring; I made it as far as seeing the Florida result looking beyond Biden and went to hit the sack. The following morning… I’m none the wiser. Older though.